Prison
The halls are endless, filled with souls
Trapped by their devilish actions and crimes...
Each cell crammed with misery and hate
A prisoner serving their Time...
Demise is the feeling and mourning is the sound,
Of men succumbed to a life of Sin...
They sit, ponder and wonder
Of what life could of been, and where they were bound...
Walls confine years of anger and torture
And the bars can put you in a psychological Hell...
The concrete floors are cold to the touch
Filled with rocky debris from above that fell...
Screams and cries pierce the silence of the innocent
Yelping for Mercy and justice...
Whispers and whines break the calm of the guilty
Seeking redemption and a second chance...
Yet through all this Suffering, pain, sorrow and insanity
There lies peace...peace of mind and spirit...
People come to the realization and acceptance of their fate
And wallow in the destiny of their pitiful choices...
Author: By Brittany Salerno
(2nd January 2004)
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